"Be careful, you really will die."
Shawn looked at him, kindly reminding him.
White Skull Mask opened his mouth, wanting to say something but unable to utter a single word.
It seemed the suffocating sensation from earlier still lingered, or perhaps Shawn's forceful words had simply stunned him into complete silence.
But not everyone was as rational as him.
His teammate, who had been sent flying backward just now, unexpectedly swept past him again, aiming a side kick directly at Shawn.
"Stop..."
But before the words could fully leave his lips, the side kick had already collided with Shawn.
A dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking soft ground, or a sudden clap of thunder bursting above thick clouds!
This person's strength was indeed considerable, but when he met Shawn, he had certainly picked the wrong opponent.
Because the very next second after the sound, his expression instantly changed.
If this side kick had landed on an ordinary person, or even a Walker, it would probably have resulted in broken bones and severed limbs.
But upon colliding with Shawn, apart from that dull thud, he showed no reaction whatsoever.
The man was like someone kicking a machine with an opposing force, unable to budge the other party in the slightest.
His expression changed, but he didn't give up yet.
Shawn, however, found himself interested, simply watching him perform.
The man then smoothly wrapped his right leg around Shawn's upper shoulder, his entire body hanging upside down with Shawn as the pivot point, both legs kicking out simultaneously, seemingly intending to use his own weight to directly take Shawn down.
But it wasn't until the rapidly surging blood filled his brain that he belatedly reacted.
The man in the black combat suit looked at Shawn with disbelief in his eyes.
'Is this person some kind of fierce beast?'
'With my weight and full leg strength, I can't even make him budge an inch?'
The scene unfolding before him clearly surpassed the understanding of the man in the black combat suit.
A move that could be called a sure-kill technique had minimal effect on Shawn.
In fact, the man in the black combat suit even had a strange illusion.
—Even if the Commander himself came, the result would probably be the same, wouldn't it?
The man in the black combat suit's expression shifted under his mask, but Shawn merely curved his lips into a smile.
"Are all your flashy moves used up?"
The man in the black combat suit felt a sudden sense of dread upon hearing this, because the next moment, he was lifted up as if he were a radish being pulled from the ground.
It was a move he had used to try and take Shawn down, but now it had become the very basis for Shawn's counter-restraint.
Shawn, with a single hand, lifted the tall man in the black combat suit over his shoulder, then slammed him down forcefully!
"Ugh!!"
The moment the man in the black combat suit made contact with the ground, a dull sound escaped his mouth, and he spat blood.
With just one exchange, the man in the black combat suit felt as if he had broken at least two ribs.
The impact from the slam left him dizzy and disoriented, his mind feeling as if a wild bull was charging within it.
"I told you, brother, stop!"
Shawn paused his movement and looked up.
He saw that White Skull Mask had, at some point, rolled over to about 5 meters away, and in his hand, he was clutching a black MK25 pistol.
Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Shawn threw the man he was holding onto the ground.
He roughly pulled the man in the black combat suit up by his hair with one hand, wrapping his forearm around his neck from behind, and looked at White Skull Mask.
"Are you that afraid of me?"
"You clearly have a gun in your hand, yet you still hide 5 meters away."
Shawn's tone of voice was unhurried, not at all moved by being held at gunpoint.
White Skull Mask didn't speak, he just raised the gun slightly towards Shawn.
At this moment, at least on this land, no one understood the terror of the beast-like man before him better than White Skull Mask himself.
Only a fellow expert would understand that the powerful physique, nearly 2 meters tall, was absolutely unbeatable.
Shawn even surpassed all the exceptionally gifted companions and enemies White Skull Mask had encountered before.
Not even the Commander could be compared!
Taking a deep breath, White Skull Mask focused intently on Shawn, observing every seemingly unimportant movement Shawn made.
"Let him go, and we'll retreat. All the supplies in the airdrop are yours; I only want the person."
White Skull Mask suppressed the surging panic in his heart, trying to express his demands in concise words.
But only he knew that facing Shawn's almost uncontrollable oppressive force, this was already his limit.
Shawn didn't answer him directly, he merely cupped the back of the man in the black combat suit's head with his palm and pushed him forward slightly.
"Are you so confident that having a gun in your hand will make me comply?"
White Skull Mask swallowed hard; he wasn't confident at all, merely putting on a brave front, at the end of his rope.
He didn't even doubt that at this distance, Shawn could still rush over and twist his neck with his bare hands.
Whether it was strength or speed, he had already gotten a good grasp of it during their brief exchange just now and knew that he couldn't contend with him.
Only his own idiotic teammate dared to provoke him proactively.
'Truly a newborn calf not fearing the tiger~'
White Skull Mask couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
He then looked back at Shawn; at this point, he no longer made demands, merely gripping the firearm tightly in his hand.
The current world was cruel; he had known that for a long time.
But just as the atmosphere grew heavier and heavier, almost suffocating everyone!
A light chuckle, however, brought a turning point to the otherwise irreconcilable situation.
Shawn's palm loosened, and he voluntarily dropped the man in the black combat suit onto the ground.
Seeing Shawn still smiling at him, White Skull Mask put away his gun, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.
"Thanks."
He helped his teammate, who was having trouble walking, and was about to turn and leave when he heard Shawn's voice again.
"Actually, your abilities are already quite good."
"Are you interested in joining me? I can make you stronger, at least more powerful than you are now."
Shawn scrutinized him, clearly very satisfied with him.
White Skull Mask still didn't speak, he just stood there looking at Shawn for a while, then turned and left.
The two figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
Shawn watched the direction they disappeared in, slowly losing his smile.
"Reapers..."
Reapers belongs to a large organization, and this organization is located in the north.
If Shawn had continued north on his journey back then, he might have encountered them.
This large organization was established very early, so Shawn wasn't too surprised when he learned of their identity as Reaperss.
The only thing Shawn didn't expect was for them to appear in Georgia at this time.
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